One's Faith Is Kept Alive As One

Pliable Human Nature Is Relentlessly Pressed Upon By Its Physical Environment.

In The Unceasing Ebb And Flow Of Justice And Oppression We Must All Dig Channels As Best We May, That At The Propitious Moment Somewhat Of The Swelling Tide May Be Conducted To The Barren Places Of Life.

The Essence Of Immorality Is The Tendency To Make An Exception Of Myself.

The Identification With The Common Lot Which Is The Essential Idea Of Democracy Becomes The Source And Expression Of Social Ethics. It Is As Though We Thirsted To Drink At The Great Wells Of Human Experience, Because We Knew That A Daintier Or Less Potent Draught Would Not Carry Us To The End Of The Journey, Going Forward As We Must In The Heat And Jostle Of The Crowd.

I Dreamed Night After Night That Everyone In The World Was Dead Excepting Myself, And That Upon Me Rested The Responsibility Of Making A Wagon Wheel.